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My BBC iPhone notification pinged. Notre Dame was on fire. Cue nauseous feeling, like when the Glasgow College of Art caught on fire - twice. Go to Twitter, look at photos of the flames shooting out of the roof. Burst into tears when the spire falls, and sob for a half hour. Yell, "No!, No!, No!" at my phone.
I look at Slack, to see how my Fast Company colleagues in New York and San Francisco are scrambling to cover this horror with our unique angle. (I work from Florida. That's another story for another day.) Of course we need expert input, so architects/engineers/construction experts are discussed. I suggest my husband. (Hey Scott, who asked the headline question on Facebook: this is how it happened.)
I have never been more proud to call you my friend. Our hearts are always as one looking to serve others as our mothers did when we were growing up. I know both your parents are so proud of you. You and your husband reaching out to do what small part you can with the knowledge you have can make such an impact on a lot of people. Just the historical context of you an your husband bringing together both worlds your work is just amazing to me and I am so excited! I just wish I could have been there to see it unfolding!!❤️
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